Ancient of Days,
You are Mystery.
You are Light.

Your Word over the deep
Brought forth the beginning.
Without You,
The moment wouldn’t be.

Time proceeded from Your mouth.
With a Word Light was born
Without form,
The forces danced in Your Presence.

All that is glorifies You.
Over the abyss You reign.
All under the earth
You command.

Sovereign Sublime,
Resplendent Word,
Creation cries with the angels,
Holy, Holy, Holy.

© 2020 Joann Nelander

Fleeting Prayers – Arrows to the Heart

Fleeting prayers
Known but to God
Recorded in His Heart.
Nothing wasted.

All in flower, bearing fruit,
Supplying for the need
Of His Church,
Throughout Time,

Nothing wasted,
Nothing forgotten,
All in flower,
All bearing fruit.

Fleeting prayers
Known but to God
Nothing forgotten
Recorded in His Heart.

c Joann Nelander

“Often called “the bishop of the barrio,” Gallegos was a true missionary, a contemplative in action who had zeal for souls and was a living witness of Christ.”

“He would walk the dangerous streets at night in search of the “lost sheep,” the youth. He believed that education was key in order to stop the vicious cycle of poverty and violence in Watts.”

Could Bishop Alphonse Gallegos become California’s next canonized saint?